✖ club

@kim woobin ( why are you always stealing cards~ /pouts hard/ the others'd want some too, y'know--- lol jk )

Kris adjusts the loose knot around his neck, fingers in an attempt to untie it as he saunters his way to the counter after maneuvering through the mass of grinding bodies. Hopping up and landing himself on one of the tall seats, he waves a hand to call for the bartender's attention, lips parting to drop an order of alcoholic cocktail when the other got closer. It's difficult to speak and be heard in places as noisy as such, but Kris makes it work, low timbre causing words to slither out between seams of pale pink. Propping an elbow against the edge of the sleek counter, he rests the column of his neck on a palm as he cranes to take a swift survey of dim surroundings. Eyes seeking for a worthy target but finding none amongst teenager who doesn't look of legal age and balding oldies, he blows out a puff of disappointed air. Guess he'll have to wait out tonight or... maybe go home without usual company? The thought depresses him further, as he is actually in search of a motelroom partner to relieve those tension inside. His rosy pair pursing unhappily, Kris nods his thanks to the helpful bartender and doesn't forget to throw in a wink before taking the flimsy straw between his lips and starts sipping y red into his system.

( hope i didn't disappoint you /flees/ )